Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2018 19:26:24 -0400 (EDT) From: E MOSER Subject: Francois: The Wedding #29. Francois: The Wedding # 29 Author's note. These stories are a development from the stories by rwxxx13 with the group title "Study bg3-17." He has approved my continuation with his characters as individuals. The Wedding #29 by Larry Marian Paige Jefferson, 20, rolled over in the bed and opened her eyes to the light coming in the hotel window. The first thing she saw was the peach gown, her gown as a bridesmaid for the wedding this afternoon. Her first wedding, other than one she barely remembered as a three year old flower girl. She looked over at her bed mate, Mason Adams, still sound asleep. She looked at her watch, the only thing she wore. Almost 0700. She'd let him sleep a bit longer. She got out of bed, slipped on her slippers, and crossed the room to open the door into the kids' bedroom. There they were in two queen beds. In one still slept Jenna Michelle Jefferson and Francois Mason M'Urk, both seven, going on eight, either would tell you, and in the other Oscar Paul Jefferson, better known as Surprise, and Samantha Michelle Peterson, Sammie, the same age and same attitude. Paige smiled. JM and FM lay spooned, FM behind JM, while Surprise and Sammie lay with their backs to each other. She glanced at the two gowns, miniatures of hers and the two small tuxes, all hung properly and ready for getting on at one, an hour before the march began. She hummed the music from the "Trumpet Voluntary." She went back to their room and made herself a cup of coffee, using milk out of the fridge instead of the powdered cream. She sat on the edge of their bed, the one they would share again this evening, and drank the coffee. She sipped it slowly so it finished about 0715. She put the empty cup on the sink shelf, took some mouth wash, gargled, spat, rinsed her mouth, and put on a pair of shorts, a loose fitting top and an elaborate four chain necklace with a large single ruby in the middle. Paige paused at the desk, wrote, "09, or earlier if you need me," picked up her phone, shoved it into her back pocket with her room key and left the room, closing the door behind her. She walked down the hall to 1134 and rapped three times on the door. Seconds later it opened. In it stood Francois M'urk, smiling. "Come in," he said and she did. He closed the door behind her to throw his arms around her. She threw her arms around his waist and they kissed, long, deep, and hard. When the first kiss was over she reached down to his long, hard, black cock and stroked it lightly. "You must be expecting me," she said softly. "You said I should. Cindy can be quite conservative. I really think she left before day break. I woke up at 0615 and she was gone except for a note on the pillow." "A note?" "Yep. `Have fun.' " "Well at least it didn't have `Love to Paige' on it." They laughed to share a gentle kiss. "I have FM, JM, Sammie, and Surprise to supervise getting ready. I THINK Mason is going to get them down for breakfast by eight at the latest and then go see Simone. Jenna and Sam are coming about nine and I'm going to be there to make final co-ordination with them then. I'll come back here then. Jenna and Sam will have them until 1100. "After that, I think you will have all your groomsmen getting ready and I'll be with Cindy doing the same. Mason's and Marsha and my mom will take care of getting the four hoodlums ready. "That's the plan. What about us?" She smiled. "Well," he smiled and kissed her cheek. "I'm not supposed to think about anything but my bride on our wedding day." "Then you'll trip and fall and break your fool neck. You didn't have a bachelor party. My sisters voted, including number four, that I should be the last before you are married. I didn't dispute the nomination. " He smiled, picked her up and began to move towards the bed as she threw her legs around his waist. "Oh, horrors!! I'm to be raped!" she cried, almost in a whisper. Her right hand went down. "I think it's ready," she said as he dropped her on the unmade bed. He moved so he faced her face. "Oh. My friend. My licorice stick," she cooed. She began to lick the hard, black eight inch cock. "You like this, my dear?" "I do. But something else." With that he pulled away and dropped down beside her, pulling at her shorts. "Ah. No panties. You're in a hurry." "I told you. I have things to do this morning. I can't wait to see a video of your first diaper change!" She laughed as the shorts came off her feet. She felt his hand slide between her legs. "You're wet." "Damn straight I am. This evening, make love gently and slowly with Cindy. This morning - fuck me, Francois!! " He did. He grabbed an unused pillow and pushed it into her mouth to silence her. They lay together afterwards, hugging one another, his leg wrapped over hers. "My dear dark darling. I wish you the best. Cindy is a wonderful girl - I say that. She's how much older than me?" "I can't compare you to her. I'll say this. As she transitions from fourth concubine to first wife, she tells me more about you. She's even suggested she could be number two - wife that is." Paige laughed. "You know I will be the wife to only one - that is Mason. But I will always be your number one concubine no matter what." She rolled on top of him. "Francois, my love. We've made love many different ways. I've loved them all. There's one way we never have. I have with Mason a thousand times or more. With Doc Dad, not sure - five times? DaDa - three times. So, this last time we make love before you are the husband of my sister, your number four concubine; do you want me to make love to you that way?" Francois gulped. "Damn, Paige. I know what this means to you. Mason and I talked about this last year while we watched the lion pride. You didn't come because you didn't want us to have to shoot one. You remember, we didn't." He rolled over on his back and held his cock up. "I'm honored, my dear." Paige kissed him hard, then adjusted her pussy over his prick and slid down onto it. "Yes," she breathed. "I guess this may be the last time we make love as singles." "Maybe. We've generated some heat, you and me. We still need to shower - and not together." He began to move his hips, his cock rising and falling into Paige's eager pussy. "Yes. Shower together is a bit off this time. I will miss it." "I will too." He began to drive deeper and fast.
 "Oh, God, Francois. You've practiced this!" He laughed. "You coached Cindy!" He smiled at her. "I think you're better." She felt her climax coming but made the effort to croak, "You say that to all your concubines." "No. Not even to my fiancé." His face turned. "I'm cumming, my first love!" She shuttered as he did. Even as she fell forward her phone rang. "Shit," she said and grabbed her phone. Mason. "Yes, dear?" "Your turn, sweetie. They are back from breakfast and think a food fight would be good before showers. " "Smack all four. I'll be right down," Paige said as she withdrew and stood up. She slipped into her minimal clothes, kissed Francois, and headed for the door. "I want videos of you and Cindy with your first. Pooping ain't nothin again young tweens!" She turned. "Francois David, I thank you every day you sent that locker note. You are so sweet!" And she opened the door, left, and closed it. As it closed she heard "I'm the last before you and Mason marry." She nodded her head. Paige breathed a sigh of relief as the bride's party met in the side room and the grooms party some one hundred feet away. Normally, JM and Surprise were as nice as two eight year old twins could be. But three times she wanted to hang them both. Now why would JM suddenly want to be the flower girl and not a junior bridesmaid? But they got sorted out. The bridal director was an aunt of Cindy and seemed to know what she was doing. They lined up, FM escorting JM, Surprise escorting Sammie, then two friends of Cindy's, then Paige and Mason, and finally the best man and maid of honor, older brother and younger sister of Cindy. The only difference in all the clothes were on Mason and Paige, he wearing the Cameroon Order of Merit, degree of knight and she the same, degree of officer, as well as the US civilian Medal for Valor. Neither wanted to wear them for the wedding, but both bride and groom insisted. Pachelbel's Wedding march began, and they filled down, last, Cindy, in an off white gown. Paige listened to the vows. "...I will love and support.... cleave to you before all others,... ...you may kiss the bride." " At that point she wanted to call out "Pick her up and take her to the bedroom!" but she didn't. Instead, during the reception she had to hug both Simone and Monique. "He has not abandoned us," she said to them. They looked at her. "Us?" "Us. That's for damn sure. Us. " They smiled at that. Five minutes later she saw each dancing with another guy, She smiled. Then she smiled at FM and JM in a sort of dark corner, kissing. Really kissing. She turned, and there were Sammie and Surprise, doing the same, though not as deeply. She moved between them. "JM and Surprise. Keep your tongues in your own mouths. Do you hear me?" Two faces turned towards her. The "Yes, Mommy," sounded weak, but sincere. "FM and Sammie - do you want me to talk to your parents?" Horror on faces said enough. Mason and Paige opened the door to four very tired kids and two very tired adults. "Into your room, kids. get ready for bed. Brush your teeth. Shower in the morning. Do not trash your clothes!." Mason directed as he began to strip off his tux and Paige did the same with her gown. "How about a South Sea Island. You wear a loin cloth and I'll wear my concubine skirt?" "Nah. I want it Scarlett O'Hara style." Paige laughed. "That must be horsie style." "Let's make sure the kids are in bed and we'll find out." The four kids, JM and FM in the one bed and Surprise and Sammie in the other fell asleep to Paige's reading of "The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere." As she got into bed with Mason, she said, "Horsie style, my first love." "Let me get you ready for you to mount," he whispered. "I so love you, Mason Adams. One of these days I'm going to be Paige Adams." "Yes. But for me - you will always be boobless Paige with the bun rolled blond hair." She laughed. "And Jenna yelling at you to get rid of your hard on!" With that, it vanished into her waiting pussy, as she sighed "YES!" Dear Reader, When I started "After the Experiment" I did not plan to have more than between three to five more stories. Like Topsy, this has grown. With growth came a few errors. For example, we have the line from the Teen Swim Party "... ranging from a bald, flat 11 year old..." when the invitation clearly states that the mandated ages are 12 to 17 so this line should read "... ranging from a bald, flat one who looked 11 . . ." Feel free to point out other errors. If I were to ever find a paper publisher, such errors will be corrected. Thanks. If you liked this part of "Francois" or any of the other Paige-Mason-Jenna stories, please consider a donation to Nifty. Comments, pro or con to the author are always appreciated.